81. Sweet dream?

Life, or rather life in the afterlife, after this year's Rimejülin, became especially interesting for Laik, who became famous as the founder of the Koál tribe, and since then he has spent his days in young Rahul's sword as a sword spirit. In any case, even if the situation is a little unpleasant, it is definitely much better than the Shadow World.

The ghost hadn't felt as enthusiastic as it had in a long time, and it hadn't seen so much of the world in a long time. He usually spent his days in the center of the Shadow World, but now, thanks to his newest offspring, he is able to rediscover the world of the living. So much has changed since he died, and even if it's not the exact opposite, the environment of today's Madüjawr is definitely different than it was when they lived here.

At first, he thought he would regret not going further, not jumping into that lake and starting a new life, but thanks to this situation, he somehow started again. For the first time in centuries, he felt enthusiastic, the colors in the world began to vibrate again, he no longer felt that overwhelming bitterness. The joy of discovery and challenge turned everything upside down.

It was interesting to experience the events that have become a habit by now, which were started in his age. The basics of the Heginjülin games are still the same, but today the competition, which originally consisted of only one or two races, has grown into a multi-day event. For the first time in ages, Laik was able to relive the event and surprised even himself by how happy he was that Rahul's team finished in the top spot.

Even in his life, Laik was famous for his eccentricity, since he was only the child of one of the geniuses of hegin history, if nothing else he inherited his logic from his father, so he took great pleasure in the way in which the young people outwitted everyone and left Heginjülin, before it was finished and they could be attacked.

During the period following the event, he almost started to get bored, but the Athamanas got into more trouble. Just like the team, he didn't understand how Madüjawr's territories could change twice in a row, although in his case it was even a surprise that such a thing happened every forty years. Laik did not live long enough to experience such a thing, and in his death he never asked about such things. He didn't find them important.

However, not even in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would one day see the being itself who makes the changes happen. He never believed that there was such a strange creature that could multiply itself and that the alternation of territories was a consequence of this multiplication. However, in his own time, many more strange creatures visited the hidden places of Madüjawr, some of them migrated to other regions, and some of them hid on the border of the Shadow World and the world of the living, so that the hegins could not find them.

If Laik wanted to be honest, he had to admit that he couldn't place the existence of this creature called Lamassa. The more he thought about it, the less he understood the situation. So he finally decided that for his own peace of mind it would be best if he didn't deal with the matter and pretend he didn't know anything. With unnecessary thinking, he would have only worked himself up, which he tried to avoid if possible.

When the Athamanas left the lands of Madüjawr and went to Chájna in order to find their master, a whole new world opened up for the spirit. If he had been alive, his heart would probably have been beating violently, but he felt nothing but a strange feeling of nostalgia. The place somehow felt like he belonged here. The energies that surrounded the sword in which he rested affected the very depths of his being and touched with pleasant warmth those sore points that he could never truly heal.

He was overwhelmed by so many feelings at the same time that he wanted to cry. It's a shame that he wasn't able to do that, but he was able to let the energies permeate his being. It was like coming home after a long journey. An uplifting relief that tingled his entire being and spurred him to action. Fate is indeed a strange thing, it never gave him the chance to come here in his life, but in his death he got the chance to reach Chájna thanks to Rahul and his team.

Of course he was worried about the master of the Athamanas, but not as much as the team did. He was aware that they would find the chán man in no time. General Csito was with the team, his father's best friend... That man. They don't have to worry, if someone then he will be able to find the lost old man. Of course, his guess was confirmed when Razvan appeared with the chán man at his side.

Looking at the gaze of former general Csito, Laik happily realized that he was not the only one touched by Chájna's charm. Even if he was almost certain the general wasn't touched for the same reasons as him. Unlike him, Csito became a man in these lands, he grew up here, while Laik grew up in areas closer to Madüjawr, and after that he knew no other world than the Karrabata basin.

However, this current different world inspired him to finally take the first step in teaching Rahul. Thus, in the evening, when the hegins had settled down and the dream had already taken his offspring, Laik appeared in the boy's dreams. As last time, he found himself in that particular yurt camp. He had to accept that there were points in his life from which he would never be able to escape.

"Are you here again?" He raised his head at the sudden voice of Rahul and smiled broadly, even if the boy in front of him looked at him with a sour face like his father looked at General Csito when he upset him.

"It's time for me to start teaching you." Laik remarked, and the boy sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I bet I can't run away no matter what I do, so..." He suddenly stood up from the fire where he appeared. "We better get over it quickly." He held out a hands. "By the way, before you freak out like Citar. Just tell me once, if I'm interested, I'll learn it immediately, if not, I won't learn it anyway." The boy put his hands on his hips.

Laik's eyes widened in surprise at the statement. Finally, however, he just shook his head and stood up with a faint smile to walk beside Rahul and take a seat on the ground. His successor looked down at him in bewilderment, as if he had seen a miracle, but Laik just chuckled.

"You are learning my methods, not some hobble." He explained. "So shut up, close your eyes and focus on the energies that surround you. I will teach you the art of kí manipulation." Said Laik in a calm voice.

"Good luck." Rahul commented with a shrug, but still did as he was asked. They sat in silence for long minutes before Laik started the first kí manipulation, which Rahul noticed as easily as if it were in his blood.

"I don't know why I'm surprised that you're as strong." Laik shook his head. "I think I can safely try the more complicated techniques. But only one at a time, I don't want to tire myself out completely."